a poem of those removed from their mouths



zip up the anorak try

and stay hid, if the

radars don’t get you

the people’s -


contagion will, there’s

rhetoric and words -

harsh as sticks, bullying

at every tier and tearful


how we all hang from

the gallows of each

other’s judgements,

there’s a glass outhouse


in all of us, come stone

me with accusation

expect missiles back,

watch the facades crack


there’s hurtful and there’s

spite, trolls are for real

and continue to kill from

laptop despicable bridges


best to keep underneath

to keep unheard, there’s

a hearse with your name -

emblazoned should it find you -


in a ditch of don’t notice,

ignore me as the swarm

passes crowded ideals

ill fitted and noisy


and the stance they try to

preach from is too full of

holes, and the flags that

are waved are cocksure -


and loaded, goading those

quiet to further endure

silence, endurance until

history becomes tombstones


suture me quick to keep

the voice closed, thumb

under and stay there

without opinion


stay dumb or at least

with no preference and numb,

no point or view to irritate the hive,

hide in bland bludgeoned programmes


the polls are saying

subdue, you won’t

be counted just fodder

for lonely to prowl


don’t choose or no other option,

think yourself part of disunity

and aberration when albion is

reckless and caring is scarce


you’re a monitored statistic

a digit to be disgraced,

button up dissent and

prolong queuing


confiscate living let

freedom sing its jailed song,

pity those everywhere

all elsewhere is futile


knot yourself up in

straight jacket ties

expect medication soon

borrow from yesterday


tomorrow is not expected to live


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